“Can you not feel the remorse
Like a gathering storm ”
Sometimes one of the biggest mistakes I make is choosing to cool down a bit before writing my overall opinion. It’s bad, because I cannot reflect against it as well as I’d be able to when the wound is still fresh.
People have problems assessing the concept of “letting it be” when all you need is empathic silence. I find myself driven recklessly through the path of uncertainty, with nothing to blame but my constant need of finding balance. I place myself in a trance of thoughts and ideas, trying to reach for something I can hold on to.
“You take a wishful look back
This is a predetermined path”
I’m gripping on to things I cannot consider apart from me, and still, I know, the chance of losing is as fair as life gets. I paid their prices: silence, peace, happiness, sleep, but most of them keep haunting me. Trying to find yourself in others’ eyes sometimes reveals things you wanted to stay unknown.
I’m still wondering what was the exact moment when everything went so badly down the hill, and what made me hopelessly lose my grip on everything. For this, I cannot blame anyone more than myself. I just wish I knew what it is exactly to hold against me.
“Give me some time
To cure my regret
And please let me learn
To find faith in trust ”
